I'm gonna ride those streets again
And this time I know I will win
The bright lights, loud music and you
Cruisin' - no thoughts of losing too
On the front bench seat with my arm
Cuddling your shoulder with all your charms
And I will see again mates who were always there
We would by laughing and joking not ever a care.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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